Cain felt so stupid right now. Literally. He woke up EARLY! How did he manage to be late!? Okay, maybe he did spend way too long, making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but he had been putting off making them, and the ingredients were going to go bad! Maybe he should have prioritised things better because now Cain was barrelling through the streets like a madman, half-dressed in his superhero suit, half-dressed in civilian clothes. In his hands were a gym bad and some tupperware.
In his frenzied attempts to reach the New League headquarters in time, Cain found himself barrelling right towards an unfamiliar figure on the street. Would they be able to dodge the clumsy runner?
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Willowfern